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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love , I get neither a hell nor a heaven . Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

'Depressed', this poem is about a person's sadness and how he experiences it and then gets recovered from it.

 



Depressed                  

 I had several dreams,

yet no one was there to listen to my screams,

I myself saw my tears shine, which was really splendid,

the sadness was for no one else did;

A few people had moments to spare,

as I told them the sorrow I bare,

Sadness grew more and more every day,

for it was the cause for me to feel dismay;

Depression is present everywhere on earth,

your thoughts are the only cause for its birth,

You can for sure, overcome it,

if you have courage and try a bit;

If it is too much it may dispatch,

don’t be tensed, it will leave you in a patch,

I was stuck for a long time in the prison of evil and dark,

and then I discovered in my heart a little spark;

Soon I will recover, every moment of my life I will seize,

at the end I learnt that depression was just a mental disease.

                                                       - Preetham.S.D

                                                                


      

                                                                                                          

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